To: Suarez, TommyThey aren't making this easy for us, are they? I miss you. I know it's stupid, but I do. I think I'll wallow in self pity for an hour or so and then write you again. Figures, I have to travel 67 trillion miles to meet a man. Once you're transferred to the Von Braun, everything will be better. I'll be better, I promise. Great, someone's coming. Counting the seconds...

re: Bad feeling...

To: Suarez, TommyTommy... I don't know what's going on here. Ever since we received orders to clear out deck 3, people have been disappearing. There's a kind of gloom hanging over everybody, but no one seems to be willing to talk about it. I don't like it. Meet me on the Rec deck at 0900. I've got an idea... a little insurance for you and me.

re: Civil war

To: Suarez, TommyI'm trying to get up to find you, Tommy, but I can't. I'm stuck in Ops. There's some kind of civil war going on here... the security forces came in and... Now don't freak out, but I'm hurt... but not too bad, I managed to pull together a supply of med kits and a few other goodies... some of it looks valuable, but I'm not sure what it is, maybe some kind of military grade implant. I left the stuff I didn't need in a corner of the data library, out of the way in case I need it later. I'm on my way. I promise you, I will not die. I will not die. You do the same, my love. Yours... Becca.

re: Escape pods

To: Suarez, TommyListen... there's one escape pod Xerxes didn't eject... but it's busted. I've managed to get it functional, but I don't know how long its going to stay that way. Make it there, Tommy. With or without me. If I don't get there, I want you to take the pod and go. You understand me? Take it and go.

re: Find me

To: Suarez, TommyI just killed some kind of... some kind of spider... I don't know... but it bit me... and now I'm sick... I'm down to my last med hypo. Come quick, Tommy... come quick...